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The Wind Blows Outside of Winslow

3-10-2012        Wind blows outside of Winslow
             I was gone alright ,The sun was down,the moon was full,
            I was kinda blue just walking down the road,
            The tiredness completely took my soul,
            That is how it is every time I walk through Winslow,
            The valleys deep and the hilltops high,
            With each step I feel at home,sitting down-sleep won’t be long,
            Tomorrow I’ll be thinking a different song,with any luck I’ll be long gone,
            But every year I find myself walking along,on the outside if Winslow .

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